Probability (on A Sunday Morning) letra

Woke up at eleven, the sky was full of rain.
Called up BC7, had nothing to say.
There's too many bad times, there's too much in this life, but I cannot help myself.
"You're living but you're wrong".

I can't get up out of bed, but I can't get laid with you above my head saying "don't delay"
There's too many bad times, there's too much in this life.
Always hear voices in my headache :
"You're leaving but you're wrong".

"You're living but you're wrong".
"You're leaving but you're wrong".

I ran to the toilets, my questions went away.
Probability's instead, I'm gonna be ok.

Flexa Lyndo - Letras

• (everyday I Try To Change The World But I'm Just A) Fat Ass
• (I Am) The Riverside
• (Nobody Will Tell Us) How Things Work
• (The Boy Who Was Born On Another) Planet
• A Kind Of...
• Allright Now
• Birth Of Sara
• Empty Spaces
• Firm Conviction
• Garbage Is Garbage
• Get In Touch With You
• Girls On The Screen
• Hang Up On Yesterday
• Happy As You See
• Happyfeelsad Lovesonghymn
• I'll Be The Last Loser In This World
• K
• Lemp
• Love Forever Knows
• Lovesick UFO
• Me In My Tuxedo
• Obi
• Pear
• Probability (on A Sunday Morning)
• Same
• Self Made Man
• Shiny Gloom
• Slacker's Revenge
• So What?
• Split Our Sex
• Stupid Idiot
• Suckers, Down
• Sunny Dreams
• Superstar
• Sweet Ordinary Life
• Thank The Scene
• Virgin
• What's Sound?
• Your Enemies Are Not Your Friends